Page 115 of Crimson Tears

“The best part is, I don’t need any of that to take you out myself. Just think, I could rid the world of a lying asshole that steals and makes deals way above his pay grade with just a twitch of my finger. So, I will ask you one final time, will you take my deal or do we need to resort to the hard way?”

It takes a minute, but when she sits back again, a firm smile on her face, I know exactly what he is saying.

“I knew you would make the right decision. I will have my assistant send over the necessary paperwork that I expect to be sent back promptly. Don’t make me have to follow through on my threat, Brad.”

She talks for another minute, and before she hangs up, she is sure to tell him his exact address and current location just to put the final nail in the coffin for him. I doubt she will actually send anyone out there to mess with him, much less kill him, but you never know what kind of mood my girl is in lately.

Her joy is infectious when she receives the paperwork. She loves having these moments, it makes her feel powerful. And she is, she deserves to feel it too. For so many years, she was stripped of the fire that burns so hot within her, constantly being put out by men who thought they knew best.

I have found that my businesses thrive even more when I fuel Nessa’s flame. And they tend to do even better when I motivate her just right.

She eyes me carefully, that gaze dipping between my legs. I know exactly what she sees too. I am painfully hard, ridiculously aware of every brush of my sweatpants against my length as she stares at me.

“Did you like that?” she asks seductively, quirking a brow. “Do you like it when I put someone in their place?”

I nod my head, throat bobbing as I swallow. She is so fucking sexy that I do not know if I could restrain myself from fuckingher until she screamed, and I do not know if she feels ready for that. So instead, I stay still. Perfectly fucking still.

Her head tilts to the side, assessing me. Her desk is right beside mine, so when she slips out of her seat and sinks to her knees, she is right in front of me.

“What do you like about it?” Nessa looks up at me, her pupils blown wide as she leans in. I spread my legs to make room for her. With a sultry smile, she reaches up and palms my erection through my pants while my breathing turns heavy.

I will never get used to the way this woman makes me feel, especially when she is on her knees for me.

“Tell me,” she whispers as her fingers press in enough to cup my balls and squeeze lightly.

“Fuck.” She smiles, still moving her hand as she waits for my answer. “I love being reminded of who you are. For me, you are loving and gentle.” Another squeeze of my balls, this one so hard I find myself digging my nails into the leather armrests of my chair.

“But you are also ruthless, cut-throat.” She hums, appreciating the compliment as her hand snakes into my pants, grinning immediately at what she finds.

“No boxers?”

I shrug and wink. “Someone likes to steal them.”

This gets a small laugh, but I can no longer concentrate when her warm grip strokes my bare length. I tilt my head back and groan. I thought it was hot when she was riding Cillian and helped get me off too, but that moment felt more like proving a point to each other, that we were going to make this thing work between us.

It is not like that now. Right now, all I feel is her, all I can think about is her.

Warm lips press to the head of my swollen cock as she exposes me. I help her shift my pants so that they fall to my ankles, then she peels them off so she can press even closer to me.

One hand cups my balls, alternating from a painful squeeze to soft, massaging strokes while her hot mouth takes me all the way to her throat. She gags around me, so I push further.

One thing we both seem to like is a little pain to go with our pleasure. Nessa loves overstimulation, while I like her long nails digging into my ass or back, or the way she nearly tortures my balls while playing with them.

I gasp as she twists her hand at the base of my shaft, then sinks all the way down on it. She loves when I’m vocal, so I look down at her and stroke her perfect cheek while telling her exactly what she does to me.

“You are so beautiful with my cock in your mouth,Lisichka. It should be a sin to love someone’s lips this much.”

She hums, the vibrations making me shift my hips forward, needing more from her. She brings me to the edge, and just when I am right there, that devilish gleam in her eyes flashes at me.

Nessa pops off while my hips thrust in the air, still seeking her and begging for one last stroke.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, keeping her eyes on me. “I want more.”

I have to keep telling myself she is still hurting, even if today seems to be a good day for her. While I wish I could pick her up, wrap her long, sexy legs around me, and fuck her against the bookcase in the office, I do not think she is ready for that. So, instead, I stand and help her to her feet, stripping my shirt on the way to the couch so that I am naked in front of her.

“It doesn’t seem like there is a whole lot of work getting done in this office, Old Man.”

Cillian comes striding in as if this were his throne room, his head held high, that singular brow arched in question.

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